You Didn't Even Ask How I Was. You Nuked Me With Emotions That Targetted Even My Hidden Bunkers Of Peace
You didn't even ask how I was. You nuked me with emotions that targetted even my hidden bunkers of peace that previously suffered a quake not hours before. You chose the right time for war. Now who will ask how I am?
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Words: As more of mine spill, the less I wanna hear. My thoughts reeking with stupidity. Oozing judgements, too much fear.
What will I do with all my wishes if I can't wish for you?
Text me when the ache of my absence stirs your heart.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
– Audrey Hepburn
I wanna mute my overthinking.
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March 28, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
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